Bowman Primary Lyrics

(Hey Danteee!)

Yeah, snapping on this bitch when I'm recording,

Rappers who my sons, I think they shoulda been abortions,

I'm the only one to get it going, keep the motion,

I'm the one gon make the city known, put Cinci in whole focus,

my drip something like a Roadman's

Yeah

Aye

If you come from where I come from you'd remember back in Bowman

I was, a little big, a little bloated

Should've focused on my protein

Now a youngin passing drinks to bitches toasting

You remember me

I got the shine, became a star, started my legacy

I'm on the grind, been going hard, let no one get to me

They tryna grind down on my heart, that's out of jealousy I know it

They hate from a far and they gon talk, just bark bout bullshit

Fuck wit a Kosinski, I could fly you out to Poland

And my bitch tore her apart, they put my shawty on expulsion

If I'm speaking on my part, these pussies always gonna find a way to run from ya

Yuh

They gon lie and then the real truth ain't gon matter

They gon run to the fed's, claim you a attacker

Tried to take way all of my friends, that bitch a backstabber

Tried to take way all of my homies off yo deceit and yo lies

The only thing that shit showed me is which friends is really mine

I'm moving on wit my life

I'm going on to greater things and that's what breaks at they mind

What forms the tears in the eyes

Yuh

Used to say these beats would sound like sum out Mario Kart,

Use to say that i'd be nothing cause i'm chiefing my cart,

That whole time when you was slutty tryna speak on my part,

Tryna be in my arms, more like putting me in harms way

I cant wife a hoe and make that bitch my shawty

You belong to the streets, yo ass a thotty

Moved on to a goofy, damn, we really Kim and Kanye

Opps know I got choppas right beside me

Fuck about a harms way,

I go Neo, bullet timing,

I slow down time and fuck up the timeline

I'm the main play, they keep you on the sidelines

Get a tray, he want beef, I'll serve em Five Guys

Five shooters they all posted in the van

She got hooters, she got boobies, she got yams,

I got money i got za and I got bands, what else we need, you should pull up and bring a friend wit ya

Yeah, snapping on this bitch when I'm recording,

Rappers who my sons, I think they shoulda been abortions,

I'm the only one to get it going, keep the motion,

I'm the one gon make the city known, put Cinci in whole focus,

my drip something like a Roadman's

Yeah

Aye

If you come from where I come from you'd remember back in Bowman

I was, a little big, a little bloated

Should've focused on my protein

Now a youngin passing drinks to bitches toasting

You remember me

I got the shine, became a star, started my legacy

I'm on the grind, been going hard, let no one get to me

They tryna grind down on my heart, that's out of jealousy I know it

They hate from a far and they gon talk, just bark bout bullshit

Fuck wit a Kosinski, I could fly you out to Poland

And my bitch tore her apart, they put my shawty on expulsion

If I'm speaking on my part, these pussies always gonna find a way to run from ya

Yuh

They gon lie and then the real truth ain't gon matter

They gon run to the fed's, claim you a attacker

Tried to take way all of my friends, that bitch a backstabber

Tried to take way all of my homies off yo deceit and yo lies

The only thing that shit showed me is which friends is really mine

I'm moving on wit my life

I'm going on to greater things and that's what breaks at they mind

What forms the tears in the eyes

Yuh